CHANGE OF RULES

ONE STEP FORWARD

Realizations and Reasons~
I will cover a lot of time here that was not so important in the Yoonseok story line, so we will stay within this chapter for a while ^^
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They stayed in the college dorms during the fall break, practicing for the competition. And Jimin sort of managed to work off whatever had him irritated.
Hoseok only smiled at him when he asked what Jimin's problem was.
Jungkook felt like he should know what that smile meant, but he really didn't.

He didn't have time to figure it out though, because by the time he had enough time to stop and think, they had already won and Jimin was hugging everyone while texting Taehyung and yelling in happiness.
'We are going to celebrate!' someone from the team announced much to everyone's approval and to Jungkook's slight chagrin.
'What's the matter?' Hoseok asked as the others began to pile out from the auditorium.
'I don't really like noisy places.' Jungkook explained as Jimin stepped back to walk with them. 'Or places full of people.'
'Don't you worry, I'll protect you.' Jimin grinned, eyes glinting and his cheeks still flushed from the euphoria of winning.
Jungkook didn't want to crush that look, so he didn't offer a remark and accepted Jimin's hold on his arm.
'Right, leave it to Jimin.' Hoseok chuckled and Jungkook smiled back at them, maybe it wouldn't be that bad.

'It looks like we've got some catching up to do.' Jimin grinned, his voice carrying over the heavy bass notes of the party that was already in full-swing.
'Well, be my guest.' Hoseok nodded towards the bar with a wink.
'I'll hold you to it.' Jimin smirked.
'I think you actually need a brain to inebriate it.' Jungkook offered, accepting the drink one of the girls from the group already brought over.
'I didn't even hear that, but do you think I'm incapable of holding my liquor?' Jimin asked, eyes narrowing in challenge.
'Honestly, would anyone be surprised?' Jungkook deadpanned, remembering how often he saw Jimin stumbling out of parties with his next one-night stand after a few drinks. It left a sour taste in his mouth so he chased it with whatever that was mixed into his glass.
Holding his pout against Jungkook's sarcasm, Jimin turned to the dance floor with a huff. 'You are being a ty brat, and I need a drink and I want to dance.'
'I concur.' Hoseok smiled vibrantly. 'Lead the way.'
'You are such a delight sober, you know.' Jimin added, poking Jungkook as he passed him.
'Learnt from you, hyung.' Jungkook countered, following the two.
'Challenge accepted.'

They were both lightweights, Jungkook should have known. But he liked the loose feelings of his limbs as he draped himself over the patchwork of seats with the others in a comically undignified manner.
And not like he could reprimand his hyung for being as bad as him, since he disappeared on the dance floor along with Hoseok just as the drinks began to hit home.
Another sip.
Someone cracked a joke that no one found funny, but everyone laughed.
What was he even thinking about...
'Hey baby, come here!' Jimin arrived with a drunken giggle, holding onto their table for support.
'Which one?' the girls giggled along him.
'The male one.' Jimin smirked, eyes finding Jungkook over the collection of bottles and glasses.
If he still had a drink in his hands, Jungkook might have chocked on it.
'What?'
'Come on, aren't you here to party? Dance! Now!' he grinned, eyes alight with a sort of gleam that made it impossible to refuse him. So when Jimin reached for his hand and pulled him towards the mass of bodies, Jungkook followed him without complaints.
They were already at the center of the dance floor when Jimin turned around with a slow grin, and Jungkook wondered since when did it look so good on him, his eyes involuntarily drifting to his lips down to his bare arms then back.
Because even he could admit what everyone around him proclaimed - that Jimin was hot.
And Jungkook thought then, that he should have stopped drinking an hour ago, because he clearly missed something Jimin'd said and he didn't even began to dance – that was usually when his alcohol level worked its magic.
'Wha-'
'I said I would protect you, but not without having fun.' Jimin leaned closer to be heard over the music.
'Well knock yourself out, hyung.' Jungkook grinned, or was he already chuckling...? He was only sure that he gave himself up to the rhythm then.
His hands were bold and unhesitating after practice, hips steadily learning their belonging between beats. Dancing was his second nature, and he felt excited, alive then, buzzing to the ends of his fingers, exhilarated reverberations echoing in his bones.
After a while Jungkook was unsure whether or not he still heared the music, or if he'd drowned it out entirely. He was consumed by the freeing, fuzzy, exhilarating effects of the alcohol and the toxic mix of dancing.
Hours could have passed and he wouldn't know.
But he became aware of how close they were with Jimin then, suddenly conscious of both the push of others around them and the magnetic pull drawing him even closer. They were a step, a breath away and he felt raw in the mindless motion.
He knew more then felt that arms lifted to snake around his neck, fingers curling along his nape as a hot breath stuttered against the line of his neck. Lips hovered at his pulse with the concept of a touch and without the satisfaction of contact... It alarmed him somewhat, but he couldn't explain why. Everything was fine, the haze of alcohol was too thick for anything to break through it.
'I will protect you.' came an echo of a voice, barely registering in the heavy beats of whatever that stole Jungkook's awereness.
Soft fingers pushed through the sweaty strands of hair plastered to Jungkook's forehead, brushing them out of his eyes. He caught Jimin's gaze then as it returned to him, the other's pupils blown to consume the otherwise warm chochlate brown of them, framed by dark, alluring eyelashes...
Jungkook dropped his eyes to Jimin's lips in the same moment Jimin's dropped to his.
Then a sudden push from the left, someone calling their names, his neck cold from the absence of touch, more pushing, a cab, someone's bed.
Then nothing.